Scuppered

I met a blackbird in the tunnel house this morning, taking an unhealthy interest in the slowly-ripening tomatoes.

Steps have been taken to prevent any more of that carry on. Netting now covers each doorway.

The extra illustrates the kind of day it's been. Indoors mostly. Cooking up roast summer veg soup, some bean curry and making tsatsiki. 

And there has been a snooze and plenty of reading on the window seat, from where I gazed through the mizzle across Chez M&B longing for sunshine again.

We did have a walk, but the swirling drizzle got up my waterproof sleeves and blew into my hood. So I cut it short. What a wooss.